Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Cluster,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.